Len, Dominic and others in “Bzzz”

[high on glue] Aren't hands strange? They're like feet, only on your arms!

Um?

Best be getting back, I suppose.

Sort Ranjit out?

Nah. I don't know what it is, but I don't seem to give a toss about that now. I might even ask if he fancies a pint tonight. Good old Ranjit! Mm… [walks to the wrong corner of the room] Oh shit, where's the fucking door?

[whistles, pointing to the door] This way, Len.

Oh, right, yeah. [singing] Do you know the way to– [opens door, turns back to Clint] Where the fuck is it? Mm… [leaves]

Um… is that normal behaviour?

Halfy-half. He doesn't normally sniff glue.

There isn't normally glue here to sniff.